The Bank and I

Spent an hour at my bank early this morning. Seems if I agree to make at least three online bill payments the Spanish owned holder of my funds will graciously forgive service charges on my business account.

The young banking nerd spent a few minutes with me and when I walked from the building I was an official computer qualified geek. His parting words were, "It's easy."

With a smile on my face I drive to the shop and spend the next two hours on my computer. Didn't work. I climbed on the phone and spent another half hour, or so, talking to a sweet young thing and she again walks me thru the process of logging into my business account. I disconnect from the phone and correctly caress the keys and am granted access to my account. Tried the bill pay feature.

Fail.

Screw it. I like paper checks. Slap a bit of ink on 'em and they're ready to ride.

I've been told computers make our life easier. I'm waiting...

Stephen  

Tangible Investment

Decisions, decisions.

I'm late to the Duck Dynasty fade but I'm always on the hunt for tangible investments. So, I''m thinking...would an original Duck Commander call with Luna label intact built by Phil Robertson make a good investment.

At three hundred and fifty dollars it gives me pause.

Stephen

My Morning

The Para P-12 sits disassembled on my desk. I've just given its bore a good scrub, oiled its parts and reached to replace the recoil spring and plug back into place when I slipped and released the spring. It flew across the room.

Out comes my flashlight. I find the recoil spring, no problem. Reach and place it back on my desk...spring plug, no where to be found. I search, and search. Paper bags are upturned and emptied. I move various junk and shine the Surefire into crevices that haven't seen light in decades. I even tapped my shirt pockets just to make sure the plug didn't recoil and slap me in the chest.

About two hours later I'm about ready to sling the handgun against the wall. Took a sip of coffee. Told myself to relax. Picked up the frame and out drops the recoil spring plug. Sigh.

Five minutes later she's reassembled and ready for action.

Thus as been my morning.

Think I'll take a walk.

Stephen

Old Pour

A very unique and rare piece of silver.

A 1.24 ounce .999 fine silver Alexander Westerfall Smelters ingot loaf bar.

Circa, 1970.

A few pieces have recently hit the market - about five. If you like precious metals these make fine investment pieces.

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Sorry I haven't written in the last two days. Busy here. Catch you later.

Stephen

Duh...

We must shop, tonight.

She needs a new cell phone. Her Blackberry is old and gave her fits when she was on her road trip. Fine with me but I hate retail establishments. They have little boys with ponytails that float about in their loafers and girls with pink eyeglasses when engaged in conversation use 'like' as apostrophes.

As delicate as I am if I survive the experience without psychological damage it'll be a miracle.

I wonder if they barter as I have several nice squirrel hides.

Stephen

Do You Believe

You're a true Survivalist. Have the art form down to a science.

Really?

Read, this.

If, after you've read this excellent post and you argue the facts you should join a country club, buy a poodle, and ask Buffy for a ride in her golf cart - because, Bubba, you now live in a dream world.

Stephen

Sleep's Fee

Are they hidden in caves, secreted away eons past, these keepers of sleep's fee. I beg entrance only for a nights relief, in forfeit

My blood if asked.

I bow,

My wrist extended.

Stephen